Digging

 One of the less romantic realities of rural living is the septic tank.  Things you normally think very little about must be attended to rather deliberately when you own your own utilities.  We did just that this week.  The cement tank itself is buried underground and the lids must be located before it can be serviced.  There was no shortage of diggers to help with this job as you can see.  

 

 (some little boys like to pick out their own clothes.  That's all I'm sayin'…)


 

They have been troopers throughout.  They were enthusiastic about the digging and enthusiastic about the filling back in.  We are easily amused. ; ) 

 

when peace came

When peace came, I showered 

Under streaming light–

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And rays channelled through

The greys of ancient gloom, 


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When peace came, a gate begged 
A gentle path inviting me to 
Stroll through verdant fields of spring, 

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When peace came, my addled head was
Reconciling, airing, ringing true–

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The sense of crushing pressure dead; 
Instead, I flamed a faith anew! 

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And we were blessed by starting fresh; 

A rhythm of pervading warmth; 

Serenity.

Mark R Slaughter

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the statues of the kings…

'Tis fine to see the Old World and travel up and down 

Among the famous palaces and cities of renown, 

To admire the crumbly castles and the statues of the kings….  

– Henry Van Dyke


More to follow but wanted to tell you this much.  Our family has one foot in each continent right now – and the blog will reflect that split life – with the final leap to be made in a couple weeks.

These are for you, Theresa <g>